garagey as we wanna be
Lights are brighter than before
She walks right up to my door
Secret messages to tell
I hope I hear the ringing bell
You are my own Dead-End Street
Run in circles til we meet
There's no parking anywhere
Come here only if you dare
On the "Avenue of the Americas"…
January 31, 2009
I see it differently
This reminded me a bit of The Buzzcocks and Magazine, but then I do have different perspective to the Collector.
My favourites are 'Quietistic' and 'Cul-de-sac'. I picked up on a bit of Byrds tinge in these two. I love those arpeggios (but then I'm a complete sucker for them).
It's a shame the vocals are buried in 'Cul-de-sac'.
There are some decent tunes hidden away in there and you should polish, love and nurture them.
January 24, 2009
Ok, this gravy is lumpy as hell
Punk rock enema bandit strikes again.
Sweet child of chilli pepper brings the noise. Courtney love is channelled through curt cobain's petrified penis.
Les claypools reflection dances in a mirror in the hallway while john lennons picture burns in an ashtray.
People sit in beanbags watching as they pass around a lug nut ratchet passing as a sneak-a-toke.
Or at least that's what I got out of it.